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Didn’t expect me to be online today, didja?

That’s a hundred bucks (read dollars) for me, courtesy Absar. Yeay, shopping!

So November 6th is actually here. And I STILL can’t type at all. Mehndi and these extremely annoying nails make typing harder than clipping grass with tweezers on a football green.

I’ve realized long hair and nails are the biggest setback to women’s progress. We chop ‘em off and there’s just no stopping us.

 

I don’t know, do you expect a soliloquy about my feelings? What I’m going through- whether I’m together or panicking everybody else’s butt off? You shouldn’t.

I’ve been preparing for this day for a pretty long time. All girls do; this day is symbolic. This is the day a girl becomes an individual in her own right. And I don’t mean by getting married- I mean by leaving the house of her parents. Walking out of their shadow, stepping away from their protection.

Now we’re the tree- the guardian and the provider. It’s such a world of responsibility and unless we’re completely inept, our parents won’t be bailing us out all the time. After the romance dies down, real life kicks in, and it doesn’t matter if you’re not ready for it. If somebody’s fallen into the sea, and they can’t swim, they improvise. It’s unbelievable what man can come up with in desperate times.

 

So this is a toast to me. A toast to who I was and maybe one day, who I will be. I’ve had a good run. There’s not much I regret having done, and what I regret missing out on… well, life is long and unpredictable. Maybe SCAD’ll just pop up into my life the way S did.

“Hello Hira, we’ve accepted you for a full expense paid scholarship! All you have to do is show up at the airport, we’ll pay for the flight and dorm. Please don’t say no, our college would be proud to have you!”

Add a fridge full of candy and I might concede :p

 

Next time you see me here, I’ll be married.

I’m picturing a yacht with streamers all around and someone opening a bottle of wine…for what it’s worth, I’m still open to fantasies.

 

Here’s to me, ladies and gentlemen

And a reasonably happy tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

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